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i remember a video on the internet a few years ago, this teenage girl was given an expensive car (jaguar or mercedes or something) for her bday and she started whining and pitching a fit because it was the "wrong color". her brother was filming and got the whole thing... it was on youtube i believe.
Honestly, I don't remember. That was 21 years ago, lol. I know it wasn't a huge thing though! These idiots who are raising useless, spoiled rotten brats make me sick. Have you ever seen that stupid show "My sweet 16" - or whatever it's called? Sick making.
That show is ridiculous- it shows those kids for the narcissistic spoiled, little brats that they will probably never outgrow.
As for me, I spent it alone. I had one of those workaholic families of the 1980s- they had better places to be. For the life of me, I can't figure out where my friends were, I just remember sitting alone in the backyard listening to some neighbor kids have a party.
I got a sweet 91 honda accord for $3000 and I cherished that car until it died. Yes, I consider myself a bit spoiled having my parents buy me the car, but I turned out fine and appreciate the knowledge of finances that I picked up from my parents throughout my life.
I think my permit came on my birthday so I wasn't exactly at car license time.
I think I got a keychain for my future car ( a 1973 Mercury Comet that I piad with my own money - a total bomb) and a couple of driving accessories, maybe some clothes.
My parents generously paid the car insurance - I paid gas and repairs.
I must say I am surprised at the animosity towards the brats.
I don't know why but I just don't feel jealousy, annoyance or anything when I see that stuff. Maybe a little pity and bewilderment but I really don't care if a guy wants to blow a lot of money on his kid.
For my 16th birthday I hosted a murder mystery set in the 1920s. My parents gave me 4 or 5 books-each priced between $40-60. They were on the history of Broadway, history of beauty, Coco Chanel, and a couple musical books.
My mom and I went out to eat after we visited my dad in the hospital. He had cataract surgery -- 30 years ago it was not an outpatient surgery and you stayed days in the hospital afterwards.
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